We lay on the mattress and tumbled to sleep.
I am away from Oxford, safely ensconced in my parents' sunroom. In the five minutes since my family has been home, my sister has been bitchy and looked at me like I was crazy, and my father has accused me of selfishness and I have no idea why. So everything's pretty much normal here.
In other news, I have been drawn helplessly into yet another realm of scienfiction fannish glee. So, to all of you who've been telling me I ought to watch Doctor Who, you win. You win, I give up, and The Doctor/Rose is the OTP. *sigh*
Soon, there won't be anymore of my soul left to claim. Then what are you gonna do?
In other news, I have been drawn helplessly into yet another realm of scienfiction fannish glee. So, to all of you who've been telling me I ought to watch Doctor Who, you win. You win, I give up, and The Doctor/Rose is the OTP. *sigh*
Soon, there won't be anymore of my soul left to claim. Then what are you gonna do?